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Grant us again to see thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief!

2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And fondest hopes lie dead,

And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now for ever fled,
When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withered leaf,-
Lord, to thy truths still let us cling;
Help thou our unbelief!

3 And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,
Nor love nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain;

Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief;
And, if a trembling doubt arise,
Help thou our unbelief!

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L. M.


For Perfect Love.

1 O THAT my heart was right with Thee,
And loved thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!

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2 Father, I dwell in mournful night,
Till thou dost in my heart appear;
Arise, propitious Sun! and light
An everlasting morning there.


3 O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
Eyesight impart, for I am blind;
And seal me thine adopted son.



1 ONE prayer I have,—all prayers in one,
When I am wholly thine;
Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

C. M.


2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Åre merciful and just.

3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back, in gratitude, from me
May all thy bounties flow.

4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.

5 And, though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will?

No; let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still."

6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.


Holy Desires.

1 GOD, who is just and kind,
Will those who err instruct,
And to the paths of righteousness
Their wandering steps conduct.
2 The humble soul he guides;
Teaches the meek his way;
Kindness and truth he shows to all
Who his just laws obey.

S. M.


3 Give me the tender heart
That mixes fear with love,
And lead me through whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.

4 O ever keep my soul

From error, shame, and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.

7 & 6s. M.


"Rise, my Soul."

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;
Thy better portion trace;
Rise, from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.


2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,—
Both speed them to their source:


So a soul that 's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.


"Do all to the Glory of God."

TEACH me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see;
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for thee!


S. M.

2 To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to thee I tend;
In all I do, be thou the way,-
In all be thou the end.


3 All may of thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,

But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from thee.

If done beneath thy laws,
E'en servile labors shine;

Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.

L. M.


"Lord, we believe; help thou our unbelief."

1 LORD! we have made our steadfast choice! In Christ the Saviour we rejoice:

Yet still our pleasure blends with grief,
For faith is mixed with unbelief.


2 His promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting souls alive;
But sins, and fears, and sorrows rise,
And hide the promise from our eyes.

3 Father, before it quite departs,
Renew the promise in our hearts;
Nor see that faith in ruins laid,
Which thy own gracious power hath made.

4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; Reveal the glories of thy name,

And put our anxious doubts to flight,
Like shades before the morning light.


For Increase of Faith.

1 LORD, I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.

C. M.


2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord, I believe; but thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow
The confidence I seek.

4 Yes, I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow!
Help thou my unbelief!

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